"No Big Deal", Tony/Sid, NC-17
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Title: No Big Deal
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Tony/Sid (with mentions of Michelle)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Er. Dirty talk? Seriously this was way dirtier than I intended it to be.
Summary: Sid sleeps over at Tony's after they come back from the hospital in 'Effy'.
A/N: offonmars asked me to write Tony/Sid ages ago and it was kind of an innocent best-friends-fic request and this is kind of like...dirty. But okay.
As it turned out, they couldn’t find a single place selling curry near the hospital, but there was a pizza place a couple of streets away, and Sid was willing to settle. Tony was still a little too shaken to eat much, but Sid was quick in offering to polish off the slices he couldn’t manage.
"You’re a fucking pig, you know that?" Tony teases once they’ve been there quite a while and Sid is on his third slice of his second pizza. He has to bite back the ‘No wonder you can’t get laid’ that threatens to follow. He realises he’s going to have to watch his mouth from now on, and that it’d be best to start with tonight - he really is incredibly thankful to Sid for everything he’s done.
"D’you want to come back to mine and get some sleep?" he asks, stifling a yawn.
"Sure," Sid says with his mouth full. "I’m exhausted."
"You’re exhausted?" Tony sneers. "You haven’t been through what I have."
"Sorry," Sid mutters. "They said Effy’d be OK though, didn’t they?"
"Yeah," Tony sighs. "Still, though. I mean, I’m still worried."
"C’mon then," Sid says, wiping his greasy hands off on his jeans and standing up. "Let’s go back to yours."
* * *
Tony is rather surprised to discover just how good it feels to be lying in bed. It’s not just the bed, it’s the house, too, and the fact that Sid is next to him. It just feels safe.
"Effy’s going to be fine, Tone," says Sid suddenly, in a strangely soft, comforting sort of voice.
"Yeah, I know," Tony replies, turning to look at him. He laughs. "She’s a fighter, and all that."
"You really don’t need to worry. You just need to sleep," Sid carries on.
"I know," Tony says, more insistantly. Then he pauses, awkwardly. He does know she’s going to be okay, and he knows he doesn’t need to worry, but his heart is still racing in his chest and he can’t stop thinking about her, and Josh, and what he’d nearly had to do.
He frowns, turning back over and staring at the ceiling. "You just don’t know what it was like," he says quietly. "I was really scared. I don’t think I’ve ever been that scared in my life before. I love her so much."
Sid nods silently next to him, unsure of what to say.
"I thought she was going to die. Or I was going to have to-"
Sid attempts gracelessly to pat Tony’s arm comfortingly under the covers, but it’s at an awkward angle, and he feels a twinge in his elbow. "Shit," he hisses, grabbing it.
"What?"
"Nothing. Cramp."
Tony just shakes his head in a despairing sort of way, and then waits a few seconds for Sid to stop making pained little noises before continuing. "I guess I just let her do what she wants, most of the time," he sighs. "I like seeing her happy, y’know? And - well, I always figured, what harm can it do? I just assumed she hung out with a couple of friends and got pissed. You know?"
"Mm-hm," Sid says. He understands that Tony really needs to talk, but he can’t help feeling slightly uncomfortable. He’s been friends with Tony since they were tiny, and this is probably the first time he’s ever heard him open up. It's not 'opening up' in the way that he thinks girls probably do it, but still, he can sense that Tony’s taken his guard down, and it makes him feel a little uneasy. He doesn’t know how to act.
"And obviously I was going to cover for her. I just. I don’t know, man," his voice fades away, then comes back again, louder. "God, though. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I was thinking, how am I supposed to get her to the hospital? And I was wishing you hadn’t driven away, and then you were just there…"
Sid still stays nothing. He shifts on the mattress, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Well, y'know," he mumbles. "We're mates."
Tony nods slowly.
"I'd…well," Sid clears his throat, "I'd do anything for you."
Tony turns to look at him and for a second, Sid is scared that he's going to laugh and make fun of him as usual. He immediately regrets saying it, but then he realises Tony's not saying anything - not laughing, even - and he's just moving closer. Before Sid can completely work out what it is that's going on, Tony is kissing him.
And it's kind of okay.
So he kisses back. It's not exactly clear to him why, but it seems like the only real choice. He thinks that if he pulled away, Tony'd probably hit him and then start claiming it was Sid that initiated the kiss. And he doesn't want that. Besides, it really is kind of okay. Tony's a good kisser - his lips are soft, and, well, he definitely knows what he's doing better than Sid does.
When Tony does break away - eventually - Sid swallows and asks, "Why?"
Tony shrugs. "What?"
Sid frowns, wondering how exactly he's supposed to answer that. He just goes with "Why?" again.
"No reason," Tony insists. "It's no big deal."
"Is this about Maxxie?" Sid asks suddenly as the idea comes to him.
"What? What does Maxxie have to do with anything?" Tony seems suddenly defensive, and Sid is taken aback.
"No, I just thought…well, you kissed him, too," S id explains weakly. "Is it like that? Or…?"
"Jesus, Sid, what's with the third degree?" Tony snaps, and rolls over. "Forget it. I'm going to sleep."
"No, no," Sid tries again. "No, I'm sorry, it's no big deal."
He puts his hand on Tony's shoulder and sort of shakes it to get him to turn back over again.
"It's okay, it's no big deal," he repeats, and then whatever words he was going to add are swept away by Tony's lips, pressed against his own again, quite suddenly and catching him off guard.
Okay then, he thinks, as Tony's tongue slips into his mouth for the second time. He doesn't really mind, actually, which strikes him as a little worrying. Shouldn't he be more freaked out? Leaping out of bed and calling Tony a fag or something? Panicking about his own sexuality, perhaps?
He's not, though. He's kissing back, and it's all right. He thinks maybe it's just because he doesn't want Tony to get mad at him - it's embarrassing, but he does get pretty scared when that happens - and because he's a good friend and if this is what Tony wants, then he's happy to give it to him.
"You're still thinking about it," Tony informs him, breaking the kiss but leaving their lips only an inch or so apart.
"What?"
"Stop thinking about it, it's stupid," Tony says crossly. "I'm not going to do this if you're going to fucking analyse the whole thing."
"I'm not," Sid insists, but he's not really sure if that's true.
"All right then."
And then they're kissing again. Sid doesn't know if he likes the fact that this is pretty much the most he's ever kissed anyone. And it's Tony. Which means Tony knows that this is the most he's ever kissed anyone.
He realises he is analysing it again, and tries to stop and just think about his lips instead and what they're doing, but then he starts getting stressed out about his technique and whether Tony thinks he's just pathetic and awful at it.
"I'm - I - sorry," he stammers, and Tony rolls his eyes at him.
"Okay," he says, and then he grasps Sid's hand, which confuses him.
"What-" Sid begins.
"Would you shut up?"
"Sorry."
Tony wriggles around on the bed a bit until he's lying flat on his back, and then he drags Sid's hand over his own chest. Sid just frowns and looks puzzled. Tony brings the hand lower, and Sid feels Tony's stomach. He brings it lower again, and Sid feels the waistband of Tony's boxers. He brings it lower still, and Sid feels - oh.
He says this last bit out loud, and Tony laughs at him. Damn. He suddenly feels very sweaty and not particularly comfortable and ohgod his hand is on Tony's dick, and it's hard, and does Tony really want him to do what he thinks he wants him to do because if he does -
"Seriously," Tony interrupts his train of thought. "Would you shut up? I can practically hear your thoughts even when you're not speaking."
"What?"
"Just," is all Tony says, which doesn't make a whole lot of sense, and then he lets go of Sid's hand. Sid leaves it there because he figures that's what he's supposed to do. He takes a deep breath and then slides his hand inside Tony's boxers. His heart is thudding in an excited-nervous sort of way in his ears, and it's rather distracting.
He holds Tony's cock in his hand sort of awkwardly. He is already noticing that it's bigger than his - not by much, but still - and it fills his hand differently, fits into his fist in an altogether new sort of way.
"You could move it," Tony mutters, laughing in his ear. S id shoots him an annoyed look, and then does as he's told, trying to do it like he wanks, but the angle is wrong and it's nowhere near as easy as he thought.
"For fuck's sake," sighs Tony, and then suddenly he's yanking Sid's boxers out of the way and Sid suddenly realises he has a hard-on too and when did that happen and more importantly why? Tony wraps his hand around it and tugs a few times. Sid gasps involuntarily, and Tony grins at him and shakes his head.
"Okay," Sid snaps irritably. He runs his thumb over the head of Tony's cock, which sort of smears the little bead of precome, and that seems like a good thing, so he smears it further and then starts moving his hand again, curving his wrist in a different way. He tightens his grip and then starts stroking Tony's cock faster.
"Yes," Tony hisses suddenly, and Sid feels his hips buck upwards a little bit. The hand around his own cock tightens too, and Tony starts working him with firm, hard strokes, pulling and rubbing and making him feel hot and a little bit desperate and like oh no, he's going to come too soon.
He tries very hard to concentrate on what he's doing, and then Tony murmurs, "'Chelle's done that," and Sid immediately loses most of his coherent thoughts. Of course Michelle's done that. Michelle's hand has been where his is right now. She's wanked him off, and he's wanking him off right now. Why, why, oh god why, is that so incredibly hot? He suddenly starts imagining Michelle in the bed with them, and he thrusts his hips towards Tony, fucking his fist, letting out a groan which he is too turned on to feel embarrassed about.
He finds himself wondering what Tony's cock looks like because it's all very well to feel its slightly sticky smoothness and its thick weight in his hand under the covers, but he kind of wants to see it too, and - oh god, he kind of wants to taste it, now, feel it between his lips. Michelle's probably done that too, he thinks, maybe - maybe she would teach him, play with Tony's balls while Sid took him in his mouth, and - what is going on in his brain?
"You're thinking about the three of us, aren't you," Tony says, and it isn't a question. Sid makes a strangled sort of sound and Tony laughs at him.
"It's okay," he adds, his voice a little breathy when Sid starts wanking him faster, curling his hand even tighter. "Sometimes I do too."
Sid splutters out some kind of noise that he can't even identify, bucking frantically into Tony's hand. Tony takes over again, tugging and rubbing and brushing the tip of his thumb over the head. Sid is desperate to try and do it just as well as Tony is, because he wants to make Tony come, wants to make Tony think about him like he just admitted he sometimes does. He's doing pretty well, too, judging by the way Tony's breath is catching in his throat and the way his nails are digging into Sid's back - when did he put his arm over him?
"I think about letting you fuck her," Tony whispers, trying to make his voice sound normal but it's still shaky and he has to gulp every now and then. "While I watch."
Sid screws up his face, biting his lip and imagining, imagining. He thinks about what he said to Tony earlier that night - or morning, fuck, he doesn't care what time it is - about how he owns him, and Christ, it's so true.
"And then I think about helping you out, telling you what she wants," Tony goes on. "She wants it harder, Sid, go ahead, she won't break. She wants you to touch her clit, Sid."
Tony's voice is driving him absolutely insane at this point. He's forgotten about Cassie but somehow he doesn't care right now, can't care - all he cares about is Tony keeping up that filthy whispering and the pumping of his cock. And Michelle - fuck, the number of times he's wanked over Michelle, and nothing, nothing like this, and it's so much better. And it's not even real, he knows he loves Cassie, loves her so much, and he knows Michelle is pretty much a complete fantasy but damn, he can't deny it, she's a fucking good one.
"She'd do the same. Tell you what I want," Tony mutters, voice still throaty and his breath hot against Sid's skin. He lifts his voice a little, sounding pleading, desperate. "He wants you to suck him, Sid, wrap your lips around his pretty cock and suck on it hard."
"Oh god, I'm - I'm coming," Sid bursts out, and he's just completely unable to hold on any longer at all, as he squeezes his eyes shut and spurts over Tony's slowing hand. His own hand threatens to give up at this point and he urges it on, curling his fingers back around Tony's cock and stroking it frantically.
"I think - I think about all three - all three of us fucking," Tony chokes out, his hips working urgently upwards, cock sliding in and out of Sid's fist. "And - oh, fuck."
And he comes too, hot and wet and splashing over Sid's hand. He lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding and then flops back against the pillow, exhausted. Tony shuffles next to him and then hands him a tissue.
"Fuck," Tony mutters. "That's not - well, that wasn't what I was expecting, I've gotta say."
Sid feels his face flushing red. He can't believe Tony said those things to him - Tony - and they did that, and oh fuck, it's so awkward, how are they ever going to -
"Oh my god, Sid, you pathetic bastard," Tony says suddenly. "Calm. Down."
Sid braces himself and rolls over onto his side to face his best friend. Tony is just smirking at him. Like always. And he just insulted him. Like always. And he teased him with talk of Michelle, which, let's face it, he's done many times before, just not quite in the same way.
"You know, you really sound pretty ridiculous when you're coming," Tony teases, then adds in a strangled, high-pitched imitation, "Oh, ohh Tony, oh god, I'm comiiiing!"
"Yeah, like you sound any better," Sid retorts, elbowing Tony in the ribs. "You couldn't even form a sentence."
"Yeah, neither could you," Tony tells him. "But then, that's not so different from normal, anyway. Jesus, I'm tired, I need to get some sleep."
"Okay. See you in the morning - well, whatever, whenever we wake up," Sid replies, watching as Tony rolls over and settles his face against his pillow.
"Yeah."
Sid shrugs. Well, okay, he thinks, Maybe this is no big deal, after all.
Title: No Big Deal
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Tony/Sid (with mentions of Michelle)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Er. Dirty talk? Seriously this was way dirtier than I intended it to be.
Summary: Sid sleeps over at Tony's after they come back from the hospital in 'Effy'.
A/N: offonmars asked me to write Tony/Sid ages ago and it was kind of an innocent best-friends-fic request and this is kind of like...dirty. But okay.
As it turned out, they couldn’t find a single place selling curry near the hospital, but there was a pizza place a couple of streets away, and Sid was willing to settle. Tony was still a little too shaken to eat much, but Sid was quick in offering to polish off the slices he couldn’t manage.
"You’re a fucking pig, you know that?" Tony teases once they’ve been there quite a while and Sid is on his third slice of his second pizza. He has to bite back the ‘No wonder you can’t get laid’ that threatens to follow. He realises he’s going to have to watch his mouth from now on, and that it’d be best to start with tonight - he really is incredibly thankful to Sid for everything he’s done.
"D’you want to come back to mine and get some sleep?" he asks, stifling a yawn.
"Sure," Sid says with his mouth full. "I’m exhausted."
"You’re exhausted?" Tony sneers. "You haven’t been through what I have."
"Sorry," Sid mutters. "They said Effy’d be OK though, didn’t they?"
"Yeah," Tony sighs. "Still, though. I mean, I’m still worried."
"C’mon then," Sid says, wiping his greasy hands off on his jeans and standing up. "Let’s go back to yours."
* * *
Tony is rather surprised to discover just how good it feels to be lying in bed. It’s not just the bed, it’s the house, too, and the fact that Sid is next to him. It just feels safe.
"Effy’s going to be fine, Tone," says Sid suddenly, in a strangely soft, comforting sort of voice.
"Yeah, I know," Tony replies, turning to look at him. He laughs. "She’s a fighter, and all that."
"You really don’t need to worry. You just need to sleep," Sid carries on.
"I know," Tony says, more insistantly. Then he pauses, awkwardly. He does know she’s going to be okay, and he knows he doesn’t need to worry, but his heart is still racing in his chest and he can’t stop thinking about her, and Josh, and what he’d nearly had to do.
He frowns, turning back over and staring at the ceiling. "You just don’t know what it was like," he says quietly. "I was really scared. I don’t think I’ve ever been that scared in my life before. I love her so much."
Sid nods silently next to him, unsure of what to say.
"I thought she was going to die. Or I was going to have to-"
Sid attempts gracelessly to pat Tony’s arm comfortingly under the covers, but it’s at an awkward angle, and he feels a twinge in his elbow. "Shit," he hisses, grabbing it.
"What?"
"Nothing. Cramp."
Tony just shakes his head in a despairing sort of way, and then waits a few seconds for Sid to stop making pained little noises before continuing. "I guess I just let her do what she wants, most of the time," he sighs. "I like seeing her happy, y’know? And - well, I always figured, what harm can it do? I just assumed she hung out with a couple of friends and got pissed. You know?"
"Mm-hm," Sid says. He understands that Tony really needs to talk, but he can’t help feeling slightly uncomfortable. He’s been friends with Tony since they were tiny, and this is probably the first time he’s ever heard him open up. It's not 'opening up' in the way that he thinks girls probably do it, but still, he can sense that Tony’s taken his guard down, and it makes him feel a little uneasy. He doesn’t know how to act.
"And obviously I was going to cover for her. I just. I don’t know, man," his voice fades away, then comes back again, louder. "God, though. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I was thinking, how am I supposed to get her to the hospital? And I was wishing you hadn’t driven away, and then you were just there…"
Sid still stays nothing. He shifts on the mattress, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Well, y'know," he mumbles. "We're mates."
Tony nods slowly.
"I'd…well," Sid clears his throat, "I'd do anything for you."
Tony turns to look at him and for a second, Sid is scared that he's going to laugh and make fun of him as usual. He immediately regrets saying it, but then he realises Tony's not saying anything - not laughing, even - and he's just moving closer. Before Sid can completely work out what it is that's going on, Tony is kissing him.
And it's kind of okay.
So he kisses back. It's not exactly clear to him why, but it seems like the only real choice. He thinks that if he pulled away, Tony'd probably hit him and then start claiming it was Sid that initiated the kiss. And he doesn't want that. Besides, it really is kind of okay. Tony's a good kisser - his lips are soft, and, well, he definitely knows what he's doing better than Sid does.
When Tony does break away - eventually - Sid swallows and asks, "Why?"
Tony shrugs. "What?"
Sid frowns, wondering how exactly he's supposed to answer that. He just goes with "Why?" again.
"No reason," Tony insists. "It's no big deal."
"Is this about Maxxie?" Sid asks suddenly as the idea comes to him.
"What? What does Maxxie have to do with anything?" Tony seems suddenly defensive, and Sid is taken aback.
"No, I just thought…well, you kissed him, too," S id explains weakly. "Is it like that? Or…?"
"Jesus, Sid, what's with the third degree?" Tony snaps, and rolls over. "Forget it. I'm going to sleep."
"No, no," Sid tries again. "No, I'm sorry, it's no big deal."
He puts his hand on Tony's shoulder and sort of shakes it to get him to turn back over again.
"It's okay, it's no big deal," he repeats, and then whatever words he was going to add are swept away by Tony's lips, pressed against his own again, quite suddenly and catching him off guard.
Okay then, he thinks, as Tony's tongue slips into his mouth for the second time. He doesn't really mind, actually, which strikes him as a little worrying. Shouldn't he be more freaked out? Leaping out of bed and calling Tony a fag or something? Panicking about his own sexuality, perhaps?
He's not, though. He's kissing back, and it's all right. He thinks maybe it's just because he doesn't want Tony to get mad at him - it's embarrassing, but he does get pretty scared when that happens - and because he's a good friend and if this is what Tony wants, then he's happy to give it to him.
"You're still thinking about it," Tony informs him, breaking the kiss but leaving their lips only an inch or so apart.
"What?"
"Stop thinking about it, it's stupid," Tony says crossly. "I'm not going to do this if you're going to fucking analyse the whole thing."
"I'm not," Sid insists, but he's not really sure if that's true.
"All right then."
And then they're kissing again. Sid doesn't know if he likes the fact that this is pretty much the most he's ever kissed anyone. And it's Tony. Which means Tony knows that this is the most he's ever kissed anyone.
He realises he is analysing it again, and tries to stop and just think about his lips instead and what they're doing, but then he starts getting stressed out about his technique and whether Tony thinks he's just pathetic and awful at it.
"I'm - I - sorry," he stammers, and Tony rolls his eyes at him.
"Okay," he says, and then he grasps Sid's hand, which confuses him.
"What-" Sid begins.
"Would you shut up?"
"Sorry."
Tony wriggles around on the bed a bit until he's lying flat on his back, and then he drags Sid's hand over his own chest. Sid just frowns and looks puzzled. Tony brings the hand lower, and Sid feels Tony's stomach. He brings it lower again, and Sid feels the waistband of Tony's boxers. He brings it lower still, and Sid feels - oh.
He says this last bit out loud, and Tony laughs at him. Damn. He suddenly feels very sweaty and not particularly comfortable and ohgod his hand is on Tony's dick, and it's hard, and does Tony really want him to do what he thinks he wants him to do because if he does -
"Seriously," Tony interrupts his train of thought. "Would you shut up? I can practically hear your thoughts even when you're not speaking."
"What?"
"Just," is all Tony says, which doesn't make a whole lot of sense, and then he lets go of Sid's hand. Sid leaves it there because he figures that's what he's supposed to do. He takes a deep breath and then slides his hand inside Tony's boxers. His heart is thudding in an excited-nervous sort of way in his ears, and it's rather distracting.
He holds Tony's cock in his hand sort of awkwardly. He is already noticing that it's bigger than his - not by much, but still - and it fills his hand differently, fits into his fist in an altogether new sort of way.
"You could move it," Tony mutters, laughing in his ear. S id shoots him an annoyed look, and then does as he's told, trying to do it like he wanks, but the angle is wrong and it's nowhere near as easy as he thought.
"For fuck's sake," sighs Tony, and then suddenly he's yanking Sid's boxers out of the way and Sid suddenly realises he has a hard-on too and when did that happen and more importantly why? Tony wraps his hand around it and tugs a few times. Sid gasps involuntarily, and Tony grins at him and shakes his head.
"Okay," Sid snaps irritably. He runs his thumb over the head of Tony's cock, which sort of smears the little bead of precome, and that seems like a good thing, so he smears it further and then starts moving his hand again, curving his wrist in a different way. He tightens his grip and then starts stroking Tony's cock faster.
"Yes," Tony hisses suddenly, and Sid feels his hips buck upwards a little bit. The hand around his own cock tightens too, and Tony starts working him with firm, hard strokes, pulling and rubbing and making him feel hot and a little bit desperate and like oh no, he's going to come too soon.
He tries very hard to concentrate on what he's doing, and then Tony murmurs, "'Chelle's done that," and Sid immediately loses most of his coherent thoughts. Of course Michelle's done that. Michelle's hand has been where his is right now. She's wanked him off, and he's wanking him off right now. Why, why, oh god why, is that so incredibly hot? He suddenly starts imagining Michelle in the bed with them, and he thrusts his hips towards Tony, fucking his fist, letting out a groan which he is too turned on to feel embarrassed about.
He finds himself wondering what Tony's cock looks like because it's all very well to feel its slightly sticky smoothness and its thick weight in his hand under the covers, but he kind of wants to see it too, and - oh god, he kind of wants to taste it, now, feel it between his lips. Michelle's probably done that too, he thinks, maybe - maybe she would teach him, play with Tony's balls while Sid took him in his mouth, and - what is going on in his brain?
"You're thinking about the three of us, aren't you," Tony says, and it isn't a question. Sid makes a strangled sort of sound and Tony laughs at him.
"It's okay," he adds, his voice a little breathy when Sid starts wanking him faster, curling his hand even tighter. "Sometimes I do too."
Sid splutters out some kind of noise that he can't even identify, bucking frantically into Tony's hand. Tony takes over again, tugging and rubbing and brushing the tip of his thumb over the head. Sid is desperate to try and do it just as well as Tony is, because he wants to make Tony come, wants to make Tony think about him like he just admitted he sometimes does. He's doing pretty well, too, judging by the way Tony's breath is catching in his throat and the way his nails are digging into Sid's back - when did he put his arm over him?
"I think about letting you fuck her," Tony whispers, trying to make his voice sound normal but it's still shaky and he has to gulp every now and then. "While I watch."
Sid screws up his face, biting his lip and imagining, imagining. He thinks about what he said to Tony earlier that night - or morning, fuck, he doesn't care what time it is - about how he owns him, and Christ, it's so true.
"And then I think about helping you out, telling you what she wants," Tony goes on. "She wants it harder, Sid, go ahead, she won't break. She wants you to touch her clit, Sid."
Tony's voice is driving him absolutely insane at this point. He's forgotten about Cassie but somehow he doesn't care right now, can't care - all he cares about is Tony keeping up that filthy whispering and the pumping of his cock. And Michelle - fuck, the number of times he's wanked over Michelle, and nothing, nothing like this, and it's so much better. And it's not even real, he knows he loves Cassie, loves her so much, and he knows Michelle is pretty much a complete fantasy but damn, he can't deny it, she's a fucking good one.
"She'd do the same. Tell you what I want," Tony mutters, voice still throaty and his breath hot against Sid's skin. He lifts his voice a little, sounding pleading, desperate. "He wants you to suck him, Sid, wrap your lips around his pretty cock and suck on it hard."
"Oh god, I'm - I'm coming," Sid bursts out, and he's just completely unable to hold on any longer at all, as he squeezes his eyes shut and spurts over Tony's slowing hand. His own hand threatens to give up at this point and he urges it on, curling his fingers back around Tony's cock and stroking it frantically.
"I think - I think about all three - all three of us fucking," Tony chokes out, his hips working urgently upwards, cock sliding in and out of Sid's fist. "And - oh, fuck."
And he comes too, hot and wet and splashing over Sid's hand. He lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding and then flops back against the pillow, exhausted. Tony shuffles next to him and then hands him a tissue.
"Fuck," Tony mutters. "That's not - well, that wasn't what I was expecting, I've gotta say."
Sid feels his face flushing red. He can't believe Tony said those things to him - Tony - and they did that, and oh fuck, it's so awkward, how are they ever going to -
"Oh my god, Sid, you pathetic bastard," Tony says suddenly. "Calm. Down."
Sid braces himself and rolls over onto his side to face his best friend. Tony is just smirking at him. Like always. And he just insulted him. Like always. And he teased him with talk of Michelle, which, let's face it, he's done many times before, just not quite in the same way.
"You know, you really sound pretty ridiculous when you're coming," Tony teases, then adds in a strangled, high-pitched imitation, "Oh, ohh Tony, oh god, I'm comiiiing!"
"Yeah, like you sound any better," Sid retorts, elbowing Tony in the ribs. "You couldn't even form a sentence."
"Yeah, neither could you," Tony tells him. "But then, that's not so different from normal, anyway. Jesus, I'm tired, I need to get some sleep."
"Okay. See you in the morning - well, whatever, whenever we wake up," Sid replies, watching as Tony rolls over and settles his face against his pillow.
"Yeah."
Sid shrugs. Well, okay, he thinks, Maybe this is no big deal, after all.